The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Seeing xuanyuanrou's bloody forehead, she can't help wring her eyebrows. She hates this girl, but she doesn't want to let her die in her own hands now.

She said in a low voice: "don't ask me. I'm a side branch. In the Xuanyuan clan, the elder and the young master are the masters. You'd better let them decide."

The elder can't help but secretly scold song Qingqing for her cunning. She wants to punish xuanyuanrou, but she puts the blame on them. But now, he can't help it.

He had to say: "now that you know you are wrong, don't kowtow any more. Go down and let the doctor treat you. If a girl leaves a scar, what can she do in the future?"

Xuanyuanrou is numb with pain. She doesn't know how badly she hurt herself, but she knows that the blood keeps flowing down her eyes. She can't wipe it with her hand.

The emperor of Beining looked at his daughter in front of her heart. The wound was so big that it didn't leave a scar. But what can I do? It's no loss to exchange her appearance for his heart. At most in the future, I will pay more dowry for her and find an honest husband.

Xuanyuanrou not only apologized, but also left seriously injured, which made Xuanyuan Wendong no longer pursue this matter, but Ningmei said: "in the middle of the night, you don't spend in my yard, I have important business with the queen of Jinxi."

The emperor of Beining could not wait to leave this land of right and wrong. He quickly left. His hasty figure seemed to be afraid that he would slow down. He was caught by Xuanyuan Wendong and asked him to contribute his heart.

When Xuanyuan Ziwen left, his eyes twinkled with bitter hatred. Song Qingqing was so hateful. He underestimated her ability after all. With only a few moments of effort, he had already pushed their Beining royal family to the forefront of the limelight.

He couldn't help thinking, how can no one kill her? How much ability does she have to survive every time?

When the elder saw the crowd retreat, he said, "Song Qingqing, what you just said is true? Can you really cure Wendong's disease? "

Although song Qingqing hated the elder, he told the truth: "it can be cured, but it also needs the heart of relatives."

Elder Cong Mei lowered his head and pondered: "why is it not the heart of relatives? Can't outsiders do it? "

At this time, he had planned that as long as she nodded and said that outsiders could, he would not hesitate to pull someone to kill him and dig out his heart to replace Xuanyuan Wendong.

But song Qingqing soon dismissed his idea, because she said mercilessly: "an outsider's heart will cause rejection, which not only can't cure the disease, but also may lead to the rapid death of the eldest son."

Elder all over a Lin, repeatedly shake head: "that still need not outsider." Finish saying still quickly aimed Xuan Yuan Wen Dong one eye, low voice way: "I go to think of a way."

With his departure, the whole yard was quiet for a moment. Song Qing looked at the handsome man and asked in a deep voice, "is this what you want to see?"

Xuanyuan Wendong sat back at the tea table, pouring tea leisurely and lazily: "I'm angry for you. Shouldn't you thank me?"

Song Qingqing sat opposite him, frowning and replying, "there's nothing to thank. After all, you pulled me to make a raft."

Xuanyuan Wendong bent his eyes with a smile: "are you blaming me for hiding my identity in the north of the city?"

Song Qingqing was almost dazzled by his smile, but it was not because he was so beautiful. His narrow Phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, just like the half moon in the night sky.

In her heart, she said that being a sick person would be so exciting. If she was healthy, she was afraid that she would bewitch many sentient beings. No wonder xuanyuanrou protected him so much.

She reached for the tea and sipped it gently. The tea was good and sweet. It was not easy to drink a bowl in a place like Beining.

Xuanyuan Wendong just watched her drink, but he didn't move the cup in front of her.

Song Qingqing frowned slightly. Before he could ask, he took the lead and said, "what? Are you worried about me poisoning you? "

First she was stunned, and then she replied, "yes, I heard that the eldest son is a drug maker. Don't you have any idea about the poison disease in the north of the city?"

Xuanyuan Wendong didn't answer and asked, "where did you get the news?"

Song Qingqing sneered: "don't you want to admit it. Just now you heard that I have cured Mr. Yun's stroke for ten years. He knows all your secrets."

Xuanyuan Wendong was silent for a moment and then nodded slowly: "I thought that with his stroke, no one would know about it. It seems that he is still too blind and confident."

Song Qing's head suddenly jumped, thinking that he was good at poison, subconsciously clenched the tea cup in his hand and asked quietly: "what do you mean? Is Mr. Yun's stroke fake and poisoning real? "

At this time, she thought, if the guess is true, the Xuanyuan Wendong in front of her is too terrible.

Xuanyuan Wendong looked indifferent. He was not angry because of her words. Instead, he poured a cup of tea for her and said in a dumb voice: "whether it's poisoning or stroke, he still has a life to live in this world. He is lucky to be cured by you, isn't he?"

He is as smart as song Qingqing. He can tell that he means acquiescence.

She suddenly stood up, clutching the tea table with both hands, glared at him and said: "Xuanyuan Wendong, are you saving people or harming people?"

Xuanyuan Wendong's eyes were far away. After a long time, he shook his head: "I don't know. Since I was a child, someone told me that I have congenital disease and I can't live long. After that, I can only watch Ziwen and Haofeng practice martial arts enviously. I have to drink too much bitter medicine soup every day. It tastes very bitter, even more bitter than Coptis. Do you understand?"

Of course, song Qingqing could understand his sufferings, but even so, he should not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Could he be responsible for the poisoning of the people in the north of the city? On the one hand, he is a savior, but on the other hand, he is a murderer.

She took a hard breath and hid her anger. She asked in a deep voice: "Xuanyuan Wendong, I don't have to investigate the matter of the master of yunlao. After all, it was ten years ago, and it has nothing to do with me. I just want to ask you, is it what you did to the poison of the people in the north of the city?"

Xuanyuan Wendong seemed to have expected that she would have such a question, so he raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "so what, so what?"

Song Qingqing's violent temper was completely angered, and her voice became more cold and heartless: "I want you to answer, yes or no?"